can I kiss you now
wilder, fiercer, bolder
from your open thighs
to your naked shoulders?
.
can I taste you now
wilder, fiercer, bolder
between your open thighs
make your fire smoulder?
.
can I take you now
wilder, fiercer, bolder
draw out your moans and sighs
as I bring you ever closer?
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– rupi kaur, milk and honey
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Hayride
Somewhere out in the country
Lying on a blanket covering a bed of hay
In the back of an old wooden wagon,
You and I are curled up together
Keeping each other warm.
Heat radiates between us as
We watch the ebon night sky,
Devoid of the bright light of the city,
Revealing her intimate secrets to us.
The Milky Way blazes a path
Between the thousands of stars
Now evident, gleaming spectacularly.
What other mysteries are hidden
Right there, yet out of sight?
Content to relax and savor our embrace,
We silently watch, and wonder,
And dream, and ponder….
You pluck some fodder from my hair.
I look at you and smile.
Above, a meteor streaks across the sky.
I close my eyes and make a wish.
As if on cue, you softly nuzzle my neck,
Your lips moving closer… closer…
Until finally they gently brush my own,
Igniting the embers of wanton lust
Smoldering deep within me.
I press into your kiss urgently.
I want to explore every inch of your universe,
Chart new constellations on your body
With my lips and my fingers and my tongue.
Pent up desire propels us to another world,
Our passions expressed with the
Intensity of a thousand blazing suns
Until the explosive waves of a supernova
Radiate pleasure throughout our melded bodies.
Turning to you, I open my eyes and
And trace my fingers through your beard.
You look at me and smile.
The jewel-like stars twinkle brightly
As we lose ourselves in a kiss.
What untold yearnings will we express
On this magical nocturnal hayride?
🐾 Frisky Kitty
4 March 2023
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MY SUGARY SWEET KIWI TREAT
His lips move a tantalizing glide
dripping caramel, sparking my sighs,
lost in a wild, natural high
I'm up all night
I'm up all night
His tongue, my candy prize,
flicks and swirls, dives deep inside
eager to taste the honey surprise
I'm open wide
I'm open wide
His hands are firm, a hungry grip
they pull me close and lock our hips
tense, craving, holding on tight
I reach my height
I reach my height
outside a neon, pink blue light
all that’s buzzing,
more than I tonight
looking into his eyes,
sliced kiwi delights
spilling sweetness over
this technicolor night
giving me a sugar rush, heads in the sky
and if we were two moths about to fly,
I’d fall behind, following him
directly into that bulb to fry
(n.g, 2024)
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Exploring the intoxicating dance of skin on skin, where every sigh and caress crafts a tale of longing. Dive into the depths of desire, where fantasies come alive. 💓🔥
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Morning Glory
fingerslide over dawn-warmed skin,
sleepy murmur, limp as day-old
rose petals, lips dragging over
shoulderskin, scent of gardenia oil,
let me trace the wisteria veins
from collarbone through
the gold-kissed vale of breasts
to the peony nipples, waking them
as your eyes open–sigh like
baby’s breath, and your legs
are parting languid as sleepy
spring lilies, opening for my
fingers and lips
a rose is a rose is a rose
but this love
is a love unlike any love
mouths meet in the half-dark,
fingers twist in cotton, skin grows
dew-damp, and toes curl like roots
as you bloom for me
-- S. E. De Haven
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One Night Only
Staring at the ceiling as cold air pierces through my bare chest,
she and I wanted to fuck, so we hit it off and I forgot about the rest.
Slutty shadows slyly and slowly seep into the room,
as the moonlight illuminates her bare body on top of me through the windowsill.
We barely talk, just kiss, moan and whimper like we are high off a pill.
As this love only lasts for tonight,
and time is albeit measured in orgasmic delight.
The sun rises, she dresses up and so do I,
while we were about to leave,
we stare at each other and kiss.
Our lips lock, feelings fade, and we walk away,
as my body chooses to remember her touch and forget the other parts.
Because this affair has no future and was doomed from the start,
and I am in town for one night only, and now I am not.
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~I Want You To Watch~
I want you to watch, to look at me
while I send shivers down your spine.
I want you to see my tongue dance,
Along the intimate spaces I claim as
mine.
Feel the heat of my breath upon your neck,
As my hips grind from behind.
Surrender to my touch,
And in my arms unwind.
Gaze into the mirror,
While I pleasure both of us.
Gasp in exasperation,
While I sample your taste of lust.
I want you to see everything,
To watch the things I do to you.
I want you to look into my eyes,
And feel this hunger like I do.
Give me every ounce of will,
Command me in frustration.
Then reward me with your throaty moans,
And trembling of elation.
I want you to watch,
As I delight in making my marks.
And watch as our bodies intertwine,
While both our souls begin to spark.
~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~
This poetry is inspired by the spicy, delightful love story between Korra and Kuvira written by @tamras-shieldmaiden .
Super talented writer! You can read the story here: Reflections of Passion
Enjoy!
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let me be your ocean
for a wave or more
I'll storm your beach
I'll curl your shore
I'll surge your reef
on the deep sea floor
I'll swell your tide
till you rock and roar
let me be your ocean
for a wave or more
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Let me make a mess all over your mouth,
feel you lick up every last drop of cum.
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Moonlit trysts and stolen kisses, our love unfolds in the secret garden where passion blooms, and every touch is a whispered promise. Ready for a night of clandestine delights? 🌹💏
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The Forbidden Desire
There’s something to be said about the moment you realize that you’re crazy. About wanting to own, and be owned, by one person. I spend so many days wanting to send you to work covered in the marks of my love, while in turn feeling the burn of yours. You would walk as though your skin did not sting, that you were not bruised in so many intimate places.
I could easily see myself using a blade to etch every memory of you into my skin, just to lick away the blood being born from my flesh. I want to wear a vial of your essence around my neck— a symbol of our love.
Stories have told of bonds that should never be forged, of tying one’s soul to another. The consequences would be astronomical, and yet I find myself reaching and begging to know the rituals. I will hunt you from this life into the next. There will be no others before or after you.
Bring me to my knees in mercy as I beg for you, place yourself between my lips as I choke on all my lies of how much I do not need you. Brand me, claim me, fill me with every ounce of your need. I will be the vessels for all of your un wanted emotions, gladly walking barefoot across glass to sit at your feet.
My chin placed between your hands as you place one singular kiss to my lips, sending me to the next plane. One smile and roles are reversed, my hand lightly across your neck, pressing you back into any surface. Mine. You are mine. I am yours. Both bleeding, broken, beaten souls. Claw me as you move in time with me. Control being traded between our two bodies. Biting my way to your pleasure sensors as I combine your heat with mine. Hands on my hips, pulsing inside of me as I ride you into oblivion.
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Pleasure. Lipstick smears on plump lips. Iʼll dress up for you to ruin me.
— aspen kae | @weepingcherrytree
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